I am friends with a giving tree, and he is surrounded by girls
asking for twigs and leaves. He cries at the pain when some of
his bark snaps off, but only on the inside; he dares not complain
to those he loves. He turns to me for help. He hurts, but what
can he do? He loves those who hurt him, and those who hurt him
love him back, even if it's selfish love. I sit under his
shade, though spotty it may be for lack of leaves, to help think
of a solution of any sort, but I can't think of any
consolation save one: I give him a branch of my own.
GhostTown · 8 years ago
This is so freakin cute. GET IT PUBLISHED.
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